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All I Want For My Birthday Is...

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 21:30:44 GMT

Nothing. Yeah, you heard me, I don't want or need shit. I hate gifts, and I hate holidays where people give gifts. If you want to show your appreciation for someone, show them every day rather than on one solitary day of the year, or on only a handful of days. It makes a much bigger difference than just showing up in front of my face on my birthday and giving me something bright and colorful that doesn't mean anything.

You know what, if you want to give me something, get me a pair of NOVELTY BOXERS. Don't go down to Sears and buy a 3 pack of ordinary boxers; buy one pair of novelty boxers. And despite the inconvenience, buy them on a weekend afternoon, walk down to the children's (or sometimes women's) department and have Michael Ha ring those up for you. Or better yet, buy me a pair of socks. Medium length with a Nike sign on them, just like all of my other socks. Cause you know, I've only got like a weeks worth of socks, and nobody wants to smell my dirty sweaty feet when I don't wear socks or wear a dirty pair of socks, so for your own smelling pleasure, you might consider this relatively inexpensive and thoughtful gift. Or you know what a good gift is? A piece of paper (not a card, a piece of paper) that details and assures me that you don't hate me. That would make me feel good inside.

So to all of my friends, keep your wallets heavy, keep your fists tight, keep your good ol' thrifty miserly ways, and learn a little something from Christine Ton: BE CHEAP!

On that note, by birthday is in a week. I'm so excited! I'm gonna do everything I ever wish I could have done with everyone I love from high school.

I'm leaving for Berkeley earlier than I expected, on the 19th of this month. So time is short, this is the final countdown.

Shoutouts: FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

This concludes the August post.

July

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 09:46:58 GMT

I was supposed to do a blog post at the beginning of the month. However, on that isolated day, and on every subsequent day, I was far too lazy to write an entry. Even still, I'm lazy; consequently, this blog will probably suck. It is in my nature to insult my own blog before any blogging may actually commence. Hopefully this blog will be long.

My parents made chorizo with huevos and frijoles for breakfast a few days ago. It reminded me of Andres. It reminded me of San Jose, where there are actual Mexican people, making good tamales, and working harder than the lazy white people businesses up here. There is an air conditioning establishment that will not actually respond when you call them.

This place is deathly boring. Sometimes, I don't even leave the couch. I sit downstairs, with my laptop in front of me and the TV on, playing the occasional game of Guitar Hero (I'm still making attempts at Dragonforce on expert...), reading junk on Smashboards, working on my Lucas game a bit, watching mind dulling daytime television, or worse, old animes. I think that by the time I come back, I might have a better grasp of Japanese, because I tend to hear it for most of the day now. Today was the first day in a while where I put my contacts in, did my hair, and went outside to go to dinner.

I've actually seen a lot of episodes of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, despite not really actively watching the show. It's kind of...stupid.

I really have nothing better to do. Or maybe i do, but can't bring myself to do anything useful, even when my boredom has reached this level. I'm almost miserable for it. It's as though things I find fun to do have, at this point, all become boring as fuck. What am I to do now? Read Kite Runner? Study Chemistry so Chem 1A doesn't own my ass in a little more than a month?

I think I'll go for a walk tomorrow. Maybe I'll meet some nice fat crooked toothed white people. I don't think I've seen an Asian person in over two weeks...

Gawd when's Jared gonna ask out Belinda?! Sure, they're already a couple, but I am a firm believer that these things need to be settled formally!

I have a long list of things that I know I'm gonna do when I get back to San Jose, mostly involving hanging out with people I haven't seen in weeks now. If I list everything here, I'm pretty sure nobody's gonna care. Regardless, it's gonna go down; something needs to fill up space:
- Hang out with all of my friends a shit load, even Lening
- Go to the dentist. What kind of parents neglect scheduling you an appointment for over a year and a half when you've reminded them several times?!
- Get my hair cut. It's too long again.
- Uh...I can't think of anything else. I guess there really isn't much I can't do here besides shopping and seeing my friends...
- OH! I wanna brawl. With everyone.

I made cereal because I was hungry. I spilled some milk on my shirt. No use crying over it, I suppose.

I don't know if I can take another week of this. There's nothing to do. I'm tired of watching everyone do things through the pictures on Facebook, living their lives while I'm forced to watch mine go by like individual gritty bits of sand wriggling through an hourglass. I'm tired of trying to become a Guitar hero, only finding that my fingers hurt the next day. I'm tired of itching this god damn bug bites! I had dinner outside with my parents ONCE, and ended up with more mosquito bites on my leg than I can count. And I can't even fall asleep before 3 AM, and even at 3, I lie in bed awake, unable to fall asleep, because I'm contemplating my lifestyle and where I'm going to end up.

I'm sort of in a transition period of my life right now. What does the future have in store for me? It seems like everyone is changing and growing up. Even LENING! I can't even believe it sometimes. I guess I'm not exactly who I was 4 years ago either. Or even one year ago really. I've changed too. But somebody tell me: what am I supposed to be doing right now?

Aaah forget it, it's almost 3 AM and I can't seem to do this blog justice. I will say this though. I may not have a house, so to speak, in San Jose, but San Jose is my home, and I cannot wait to return.

Expiration

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 08:09:06 GMT

Last year, at Fowler Park, under the light of the moon and the stars in that echoing little overlook, Jared and I made a pact that we would go on a date with a girl by June.

We've decided to count prom.

You know, prom doesn't REALLY count. And quite frankly, Jared's probably further along than I am at this point. He did go out to breakfast with Belinda. So, I will concede defeat to Jared. Only this time, because Jared is a NINGEN, and I cannot possibly lose more than once to a mere ningen.

The school year has drawn its last breath, and we're all in for our last hoorah. It's going to be tearful shit on Friday, I can already see it now. People crying and hugging and passing yearbooks around like joints at a rock concert. And you know, I don't usually ever cry; I always say crying is for people filled with estrogen. As much as Mike says that I'm full of, or how much of a girl hanging out with Katie and Christine makes me (you should see my new straightening iron), I still have a penis. I haven't cried in 2 years, but who knows, I may just shed some natural antiseptic from my tear ducts.

Gawd am I really that much of a nerd? But really, does buying a bunch of new clothes and fixing with your hair and whitening your teeth change who you are on the inside at all? Some would probably say yes; and I don't even really know. As you grow distant from people, they start to know you less, and when they see the outside of you change and don't know the inside of you anymore, it's probably safe for them to assume that the inside of you changed as well. Or they could say you've changed simply because you don't talk to them specifically anymore. Maybe some of my friends have changed, maybe they haven't. I could probably say that some of them have. Or, upon contemplation, maybe they've stayed the same, and I've changed without them. It's more of a general motion apart either way you figure it. But I think I've always been this way; I remember the clerk at Walgreens once telling me "You talk like a lawyer!" or something like that, and the swimming guys saying they'll miss me and my "eloquent way of talking". Wow, I feel like such an arrogant little bitch saying that last sentence; Wildon always told me that he'd kill my children and rape my wife if I ever became arrogant, and I don't want to become that egotistic snob. Just, sometimes, I feel like I get on the verge...

But I'm not that guy. I'm not that confident guy that's totally into how awesome he is. Sometimes I don't really know who I am or what I've become, or I'm too lazy to be paying attention to this sort of thing all the time.

I can't really afford to be whoever I am right now next year. The guy that got into Berkeley was certainly more focused on his schoolwork than...the plethora of crap that pervades my thoughts. I know I'm going to spend the entire summer fooling around. Is it even possible to snap back out of this? I need to regain my expectations, my perseverance, my concentration, and my ability to get up and do things. "I'll do it in 4 minutes" isn't going to work for me, and I know it.

I kind of already had a picture of what I wanted for my life. And I don't really like it when people tell me otherwise.

So then: what should I be doing?

On The Road Again

Tue, 20 May 2008 04:37:51 GMT

So I moved. That's right, no more with 3023 Silverland Drive (gotta type it out here, just in case anyone wants to go bother a small asian family); I now live past downtown on First Street. It's sort of interesting hearing everyone ask me "So where do you live then? What are you doing for the summer and stuff?", but over time, even I grow tired of things. Unfortunately for the entire world, the entire world doesn't read my blog, so even if I write this, I don't think it'll make much of a difference, but I'm staying here for 6 weeks, and I can stay with my grandma or one of my friends for the remainder of the summer if I wish.

I've been working on getting my license. Frankly it'll be embarrassing if I fail again; I don't think I'll be able to take it. My parents have NO confidence in me. They yell at me to stop whenever there's a red light, and often say "OMG ur gonna fail, ima reschedule ur test!!!!11 T_T" I know, I'm not a very good driver, but come on now, I think I can do it.

Prom is in 5 days. Excited much? I'ma wear my tux around the house a bit, just so I can feel like James Bond for more than just one night. If I'm gonna rent a tux for 100 bucks, I damn better well get my full use out of it. Will I do it commando? Although some would say that's the only way to "fully enjoy" it, and I do like to be as naked as possible, Crystal and my prom party would likely not approve.

In other news, today tops the charts as one of my more embarrassing days overall. I fell asleep in two classes today, and both times drooled all over my desk. I've already realized at this point that as long as I don't fall asleep on my back or on my side in a bed, it is certain that I WILL drool. Nothing I can do really. In Physio, Mrs. Ehrlich was discussing the birth control tactic of pulling out (apparently it has a pretty scientific name that I already forgot). I love how my group member explained it as "taking out your dick before you cum" and Mrs. Ehrlich translated it as "it's removing the penis from the vagina before ejaculation occurs". She explains to us how this method is often difficult and ineffective, and, for some reason being a smart ass at the moment, I looked in the book in front of me and said "Yes, it can be very difficult" while I was in front of the class, and was quite slow to realize my own fault; the class erupted in laughter. It was just bad; to make it worse, friggin' Khanh says "Wait, that's REALLY embarrassing", as if I can't tell by the pointing and laughing and glances from Mrs. Ehrlich. Other highlights of the class:
- "How effective is it May?" "It's super effective!", kind of like pikachu vs. squirtle
- "I don't know how you guys get it into your head that the penis can wreak havoc down there; it can't poke into the cervix. Besides, if it doesn't feel good, don't do it"
- "Mrs. Ehrlich, what's a cunt?" *puts face in hands* "It's a derogatory term for the external female genitalia..."
Gotta love that class!

I watched Hot Fuzz today. I think everyone should watch it, it's totally frickin' awesome. I still say me and Miles should leave school to become policemen in the British countryside, but apparently, he either wants a good ol' American education or simply is unable to imitate the accent: "Well I don't like your clothes!"

Emo Post: Le Bal

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:15:07 GMT

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I HATE prom.

All people do is talk about it. It's the subject on the fly, whether it be who's with who or who's asking who, or who rejected whom. I'm sick and tired of it.

You know, I've been late my entire life. Just this afternoon, I was the last to finish changing and leave the pool deck; the coach was waiting for me so she could lock up. Every day, I'm the last one to leave any class, because I pack up my stuff right when the bell rings. Every day, I'm late to both 2nd and 7th period. My homework's always in late. I start everything asked of me late. Fuck, I was born 2 weeks later than my conception date.

Why, for one time in my life, couldn't I have been on time?

But, I guess that's my life: I'm doomed to be late. I know right now I'm gonna be late to school tomorrow. If I become a doctor, are they really going to let me start all of my surgeries a little late?
So prom shmom! I don't even care anymore. Oh sure, you'll see me go, and sure, it may indeed be a great time, but I'll always spend my life wondering what could have been, despite my prospects for the future.
Can't say I don't feel a little bit bad for always making these "Emo Posts" in my blog, but hey, I give you fair warning. I hope this isn't my April post; I'll try not to be so LATE with my next update.

Maybe somebody needs to clean my clock and set that shit back a bit. If I could turn back time...

A Blog For The Sake Of

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 07:50:05 GMT

I hardly ever blog, so this one will have a traditional feel, as though I blog every day and this is but another installment in my amazing memoir.

I can't say I'm not glad to be back home, but I really do miss that New Pork City, or New Leaf City, or whatever you want to call it depending on what video game you happen to be playing that's parodying the most gigantic kick ass city ever. I miss seeing how everyone smokes, feeling the dirty air settle in my lungs, hurting my neck looking up at the skyscrapers, you know? Oh well, I probably wouldn't want to live there. People who live in Manhattan probably last about 10 years less than the average as far as lifespan is concerned, especially with the way they cross the street. And besides that, if you know any other band people besides me, or are a band person (majority of people reading right now), then you're tired of hearing about New York and want me to talk about something else for a change.

So I'm not doing anything this break; just sitting on my ass watching my life go by. Nothing like waiting on AIM for people that have brawl, or having people come over to play brawl, or desperately calling Jason and Mike to come over and play some brawl! ...Having said that, I truly do try to find things to do. I only bailed on going to the movies today cause I'm broke, really; I didn't skip it just to play brawl. And I tend to have things to do every day, seeing as I have swim practice tomorrow and Thursday and I've got dinner planned for Wednesday night with a bunch of friends. That's something right? It's senior year 2nd semester SPRING BREAK, cut me some slack! I'm not really the type to go out partying or anything, so this is the kind of crap that I sit around doing (anything but work). You might be surprised to find out that I don't do much of anything at home besides sleep, watch TV, eat, sit at the computer, and play brawl (without a doubt). Or is that what everyone does at home? Do I have too high of standards for what should be done at home that I myself don't even follow? I like to think more people are like Shelly, because every time I look at her away message, it shows that she's working almost inordinately hard to complete a list of tasks that aren't too immediately pressing, but still need to be completed. And I wonder every time, how can she do that? How can anyone do that, when there's not really any reward for doing so? I mean, with college acceptance letters being handed out like free Hannah Montana tickets, why do anything at all? Am I working hard just to please my poor parents, who seem to nag at me every other minute to do something, even threatening to ground me, to do some task or keep my grades up or finish some scholarship? Am I working hard for the school and my teachers, who generally tend to want me to do well no matter what the circumstance? Am I working hard because of my own pride as an intelligent individual who knows he can infinitely do better? Am I working hard because I envy the juniors who tend to get better and better scores than me as I slip into an ever deepening abyss of unfinished homework and unprepared tests? Am I working hard because of my deep-seated wrath towards these younger, inferior ningen that somehow manage to outperform me? Or am I working hard due to some sort of greed that I have no way of explaining at all, only that I'm flat broke, my parents never give me money, I'm not Chinese so I don't get the payout in February, I don't have a job, and I somehow manage to keep spending piles and piles of the stuff on JEANS and SHOES and shit like that?

Battle was pretty awesome. Probably the best battle I've ever been to. Haha, typing the word "been" reminds me of the time I was typing up that letter in Calculus telling the administration not to move us to Salgerino. Mrs. Thieu's computer was like, in Vietnamese mode or something, and every time I typed two e's, it just put an accent over the first e I typed. Who knew Microsoft Word even had such a random capability? Not long ago, we had a ridiculous assignment for Arbizu where we had to take detailed notes on every book we ever read. Of course I didn't do it all myself, and I actually learned a lot about Microsoft Word by reformatting all of the notes sent to me. Do you guys TRULY know what "Line Hanging" does, and why you would ever have the urge to use it? Even I don't think I have the depth to comprehend something of such magnitude, but at least I know how to move indents and redo bulleting and things. My next task: Excell. How and why does it work?!

Anyway, that's kind of how my mind was working at the moment, jumping from idea to idea. I don't know, I've probably been more ridiculous at times, but I feel like right now, my brain's not working in the way that it's supposed to. If I decided to write something, the results would be catastrophic, because I'm fairly certain that if I sat and thought for a few minutes, I'd type something completely different than what I'm typing right now. However, that might also be the fun of it, tapping out whatever happens to run off my fingers at the moment. I'm hoping it makes for a better read. I always seek to entertain, and if you were bored enough to open up my blog and take a look at what I'm writing, then you likely don't deserve much more entertainment than I have the capacity to provide you (traditionally, I need to make fun of my blog, and all of those who read it)

Oh, and one other person. Even though I won't have any shoutouts this evening/early morning, I will say this:

Lening, ur gay.

If there's ANYTHING I've learned about my friends, it's that...

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 04:08:48 GMT

- Jason should never be responded to with a "..."; it's comeback or go home!
- Lening's name only has one n in it, not two
- Diamond studs DO NOT attract more women
- A secret handshake is worth a thousand words of greeting, except those in falsetto
- Some people were just meant to be together, and that's all there is to it
- Extended time in the company of Jared Poelman produces strange voices (luckily not the kind inside your head that tell you to kill people)
- Some laughs can be heard not one, not two, but EIGHT miles away
- I've never understood the noise that everyone uses to greet Brian Lam
- Some people can hold on to a grudge forever, not really care about it, but still make you feel bad about it every once in a while
- The phone can be used as a source of mindless entertainment late at night when you have nothing to do, even if you do other things at the same time
- Some people are made of sunshine, and their clothes and predictable ridiculousness reflect this
- Sometimes you gotta give not a second, not a third, but a fourth chance
- Rice pudding is white people food, and while some white people hate it, Whitney loves it, and Katie sure as hell can't cook it
- Even when a girl is a total bitch (like today =_=) you can be affirmed that she likes you tolerably by her behavior at certain moments, even when many people don't respect what she is
- Belinda has a really high voice
- Victoria is extraordinary not because she gets good grades and stuff, but because she doesn't believe herself to be so
- Alan Zhao's worth a good joke or two occasionally, like today in Wind Ensemble with the "New York Giants"
- Some people have their picture of the world, and expect the world itself to bend to their specifications
- Miles is really into himself
- Whenever Chris Song is on stage and nobody is playing, he is determined to let loose a scale or arpeggio, if not only to hear the glorious sound of his instrument
- Some people REALLY like weed
- Some people are gay. Not gay as in like, uncool, but gay as in they like men
- Some girls will never have any idea that you exist
- Valley Christian's kinda far away, huh?
- Some people have amazing powers of deduction (which stand to be increased by up to 40%)
- Some people are awesome

I believe everyone that I interact with considerably on a day-to-day basis is here. No, not everybody is awesome, sorry, that's...really only Amy Shank. This isn't my post for March, but I had two ideas for this list and decided to bullshit my way through the rest of it for shits and giggles.

HERE COMES JUSTICE!

Intense Boredom

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 08:00:51 GMT

For the first time in a long time (or maybe not) I am really, really bored. I can't really say there isn't anything to do. I could be doing some scholarships or something, or my homework, or something along those lines. But come on, you know me, I try and minimize the time I spend on those things as much as humanly possible (while still doing them!) I usually find a bit of shelter in video games and anime (ssh don't tell anyone), but I've run out of Death Note, and the only game I can bring myself to play is Rune Factory, and frankly, if I pick one more crop or kill one more monster, I'm gonna pick up a knife and kill myself. Well, actually, I can only play like, 1 or 2 days of the game at a time, and that only takes like an hour. So what am I supposed to do for the other 6ish hours I have after school?!

Well, really, what can I do? I try and schedule things as much as possible to take up my time. If I didn't schedule anything, I don't think I'd ever get anything done -_- I've got swimming now, so that'll keep me honest with my work (or slightly more honest) I actually enjoy busy weekends. But you know, I start to feel sort of desperate sometimes, when I'm totally owned with nothing to do on a weekend and I call Jason and Michael and they're off somewhere already, and nobody's on AIM. That kind of stuff is depressing; I get lonely!

But hey, at least I have my friends now! There's no greater feeling than being surrounded by people that love you. And I love all of them; even Lening.

I hope nobody had really high expectations about this blog, because I didn't really put much thought into it. And when I think about it, I always insult my own blog, with every blog I write. Gotta cover my ass just in case it sucks, right? Or is it a sign of weakness that I can't really even be sure of what I'm writing about? You'll just have to use your powers of deduction.

As for the week so far, I think it's gone rather well, actually. My life is back on track! I hardly have to do anything anymore school-wise, so I always feel pretty relaxed, even though there really is a lot of things that I'm doing if you list them. Just the way I like it.It's kind of like that feeling you get when you have some money saved up, and you don't necessarily want anything in particular, but it's nice to have that security of something behind you (except in reality I'm flat broke and want a new pair of shoes)

Hmm, other musings... I'm always late to school, so today I set the clock in my room 5 minutes forward. Tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen, is the showdown of the crews, where the 4 Asian Tigers (the guy who made up that name is 1 Asian Pussy...) will face off against VaJayJay Bautista and the rest of the first Filipinos. That's right, EV Elementary kids! I'm going into the Hidden Glens to destroy those guys from our younger days! After 4 optometry appointments, I finally have contacts, so hurray. Aaaaand...I'm taking my driving test next week! :O I hope I pass so I can go wherever the hell I want!

Which reminds me, anyone count the number of curse words in this post? I feel like I've been respecting the lord a little TOO much in this post, if you know what I mean. So: fuck fuck fuck shit damnit bitch gaylord (look! a rare one!) fuck. 8 IS my favorite number, so That should seal this blog up pretty nicely (I know, my blog is known for shoutouts, but I feel waaaaaay too lazy to give any out at all; be happy with what you get and don't complain)

Oh, and I actually turned my iTunes on and wrote down the 2nd song on shuffle after I finished writing this post, just because I think it's always important for a Livejournal to reflect that you are indeed listening to some kind of music.

Resolution

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 06:45:23 GMT

So I had a pretty good New Years Eve. First time I'd ever spent New Years in the movie theater :P but I think it was worth it, Juno's a pretty good movie. Still, I miss hangin' out with Shelly and the other gangstuhs. Maybe some other time.
But wait...We're gonna graduate! Frankly, this was probably the last New Years I had a chance to hang out with that specific group of people. It really hit me in the theater, all of the sudden, how it is now the year we graduate. The year with the 8 is the last year in this 4-year chapter of my life. I don't know whether to be excited or apprehensive.
But I know one thing. I've already started this year off terribly. The one year with an 8 in it since I was 8 years old, and I go and have a fight with most of my friends.
I guess it's because I've always tried to rely on myself. When I play co-op strikers with Jason, I try and get the ball as much as possible, because I only trust myself to score goals. In a Thieu group quiz, long after Wilson's solved the problem and checked it, and I had been working on the problem before, I still demand to do the problem Wilson solved myself, because I only trust myself to have the right answer. When I'm doing petit prince homework in the library or on the steps, and Victoria or Belinda asks me if I need it when there's 5 minutes left of lunch and I just started, I still say no, even when I do need it. If the band was slowing down, and I could tell, and I'd been yelled at for slowing down, I couldn't trust them to speed up at all; I'd just conduct faster and bigger and see if they'd follow my example, because I knew I was right. And I've been like this for a while. I'm always paranoid if people love me or hate me, or talk about me behind my back. And all I end up doing is pushing people away.
You know, what, maybe I'm not that strong. I hope people will levy with me, and realize that when I'm pushing them away, I need them close to me more than ever.
Despite the rocky start, I demand to list my New Year's Resolutions for the year of 2008:

1. Stop being such a lazy ass. I need to stop just plain not doing things because I don't feel like it; I'm going to be going to college soon, and I need to get my ass going on scholarships and studying now more than ever. I must somehow defeat senioritis...
2. Get a girlfriend. Gotta beat Jared, right? And even if i can't, I'll have one by the end of 2008.
3. Learn to survive on my own. I don't even know how to use the fuckin' dish washer, or cook anything worth eating.
4. This is a personal goal of mine. You can probably guess it if you think hard enough.
5. Make the EVHS Quiz Bown Team of 2008 something for the school to be proud of.
6. Run more, stay in better shape. I'm gonna get fuckin' fat.
7. Stop spelling like a 3rd grader. I need to learn that the word probably is spelled with an a, and it's i before e except after c. I'm tired of seeing the god damn red squiggly line under every long word I type.
8. Stop typing like a 3rd grader. I think it's time I used more than two fingers when I type.

And with 8 resolutions, I move into 2008, with some vigor, some testosterone, some gusto, and some confusion. I think it's time I started the winter break homework because it's more than I can do in one day.

Swarmed in Female!

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 02:27:03 GMT

Now I've been saying this all week, but my biggest problem with girls, as my stepdad so aptly put it, is that it's either feast or famine: I either have more girls than I know what to do with, or none at all. So sad...

Forget the parade! That shit has nothing interesting about it at all. It was the behind the scenes action that was so funny.

So for some reason, Wildon asked his brother, who works at Lynbrook, to ask the drum major, Ruiyi, a pretty asian girl, to winter ball for me. At the banquet, Wildon said the operation was probably a-go.

Now, Ruiyi often makes odd comments when I talk to her that I think about later and kind of go "Huh? does she like, really not like me or something?" Like when I talked to her at Independence, she was like "Well, I guess this is the last time I'll ever see you again!" and I was like "Oh, that's kind of sad..." Also, she talks like really quietly or something, or I feel deafened when I'm talking to her, or the pitch of her voice is just out of my specific hearing range, so I'm always like "Huh?" So already, we probably weren't off to the BEST of starts.

So Jen Cho and Jen Cho's Lynbrook friends convinced me to go the hell over and talk to her, so I gathered my balls and went. When I went over, she was all "Oh, did you come to talk to Willard?" and I was like "No, I'm here to see you. Are you able to go to the dance?" And she said "No, I have finals next week (finals for what? thinks me) and my mom won't let me go. But I'm sure you could get just about any girl to go with you." Wow. I felt SO flattered. It didn't even seem like she was being sarcastic, but she might have been joking a little bit. Then, we talked about the parade, and she was like "Yeah, I'm kind of just hear for show, nobody really watches me; but it's tradition, so wtvr." She had a military, and she showed me how she spins it and salutes with it. But I could tell she wasn't really interested in talking to me TOO much. Then we parted ways, and I said "bye", rather than "see you later", because it's likely that I'll never see her again o_o

So that was basically my parade in a nutshell. I guess I'll still go to winter ball. I'm still searching for a date ;) but I'm in the midst of negotiation, if you know what I mean.

I'm WAY too lazy to give shoutouts today. But all I have to say is this: Jared, Lening, Curtis, and Jacob, I shall miss the Henri choir. We should have a reunion.

No, I'm Not Emo

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 19:54:36 GMT

So, after reflecting on my last few blog posts, I seem pretty emo huh? Well in order to seperate myself from the emo masses, I will make this post as lighthearted as possible, despite my mood.

Last night was a bit disappointing. We traveled up to Logan, for my favorite marching band show of the year, and it got rained out. It was just disappointment after disappointment from the staff: "It'll be exhibition", "You'll conduct in the bleachers, so you can't move around a lot", "No retreat, we're going home"; so that kind of ruined it for me. Plus I put my hands up to start the warm up, and nobody put their horns up. I felt like such a loser. Why am I so short?! I swear, when there's any kind of crowd behind me at all, the entire band can't find me. Ever see a normal guy wearing all black and a COWBOY HAT with a FEATHER in it?! Gawd, how useless, why do I even conduct you guys...
But oh well, still fun I guess. I can't say I've ever gotton to conduct next to Newton Chan before. Everyone around me was like "Stay the hell away from me!" with all my arm swinging and such. We may have phased a bit, but hey, that was pretty loud and exciting. And at least I can say I went to one Logan show that was like that. There had always been talk about it being held in the pavillion in previous years, and a standstill performance, but I never thought it would actually happen. I guess it was just a bit depressing in its difference. But hey, I've been to wetter colder swim meets, so no big deal. I suppose marching band and rain really don't mix. I guess this is the only time of the school year with the least rain, but still.

Wow this blog's dull...Who actually goes through an event and writes all their thoughts down? Is that really even a blog?
Shelly, I don't remember if we had any moments in the show, but you were sooo far away from me!
Lening, quite the topic of conversation on the bus. Even MR. BARNHILL dissed on you, so you can't blame me specifically for always punking on you.
JARED! UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! That'll probobly be the first, and last, game of ball tag.

...aaaand I'm already tired of shoutouts! Sorry this is such a marching band-related blog. If you want me to write abomething else, wait like, 2 weeks and check back, because we're just about done o_o

The Only Difference

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 06:59:35 GMT

So what is the big difference between marching band now, and marching band when I was a freshman?
There is a long list of practical differences. Obviously, the people in band are completely different. I am drum major, Jared is King Tuba, Lening plays the trombone, Jacob leads the saxes, and we have lowerclassmen instead of upperlcassmen now. Yet Shelly is STILL pit section leader. Even the instructors have changed. I don't think we ever dreamed of a day as freshman when BJ, Rick, and Tim Tung would not be there. Up until last year, they were always there. Staff-wise, from percussion to guard to music to visual, this band has completely different instructors now than it did freshman year.
All of these differences.
Many of us are in marching band by a mixture of obligation, peer pressure, routine, and need. We were forced to do marching band our freshman year, we were good at it, did it again the next year, and then began to be a necessary part of the band. But we all must have liked marching band a whole lot at some point. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come back. We wouldn't have decided to join again after having put up with the stress and the running and the pain of our first season.
We joined during the Dark Year because we wanted to be great. We wanted to put on something that our school could be proud of. We wanted to represent. And we tried so hard. That band that year wanted so bad to be great, but couldn't, because we had an inhibitor. Then when finally Mr. Barnhill came, our passion for the musical art had already dwindled. Everyone that wasn't a freshman, all of us that had loved being great so much, forgot so hard what it meant to feel great.
And now it's this year. The year after the turning year. And what are we doing?

We're wasting the bullshit out of it.

We, my fellow seniors, and probobly poor juniors as well, may have lost our hopes and dreams a long time ago. We may have been pounded into the ground for no good reason 2 years ago, forced into indiscipline and terrible systemizing. We may even miss the upperclassmen that were with us then, that were so excellent, and wanted to be so great, but were denied the chance. We may mourn the loss of them as they are replaced year after year with younger, less experienced members.
You all forget, as those before us have grown old and left, we have grown old, and we are now the experienced class. We can't keep expecting the lower classes to be as good as us. Frankly, we weren't as good as the class before us when we came; we didn't have that experience. It's all perspective. Who's to say if the lower classes are as good as we were when we were freshman? And who cares?
This band can still rise. We are becomming great. I've seen this weekend the power we have gained. This band may be smaller, and our sound may be thinner, and our morale may have been lowered, but we can finally become great. We can't keep thinking, seniors, that once we're gone, the band is going to go to shit. Part of band is contributing to a community, contributing to the organization as a whole. I want each and every one of you old kids to know when you leave that you have taught everything you know to the next generation of marcher. This band can never be the same people always getting better. It will only grow as it accumulates more tradition and insight passed down. If you break the chain once you graduate, that's just selfish. I don't want this band to think it can't have a great drum major without Drew, it can't have a great tuba section without Jared, it can't have a great pit without Shelly, it can't ever be good again as long as these people are gone. Even in wind ensemble, it'd be the same effect. We have to know that someone will step up to the challenge and lead. Did this band implode when Roger Lam left? When Liz left? When Korn and Ryan left? When Jon left? Are we not able to be strong just because Christenson's gone, and some other monsters?

The people playing the music are arbitrary. The music is still the same, no matter what.

And I want that music to be great as long as it's my turn. We need to contribute, and we need to make the best with what we have.
Set an example, and go forth with everything you've got.

Heartlock

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 07:42:59 GMT

I had a great time at the Homecoming Dance. That Jason! Such a party animal! Any night with any people around him ever is a good one. Even if we wore like the same shirt, I'm glad he was there. I'm glad I got michael to come too, if only to humor us and bring some more pazazz. But we really did need him there, the night wouldn't have been the same. And all those asian guys that I don't particularly know well, they add some flavuh flavuh. Even Katie, who bitches and yells at me most of the time, is a great dance companion. Seeing my friends of the senior class come by really livens you up. I felt like everyone had really banded together, opened up relationships they had always had but don't usually keep track of, and had a really good time. And yeah, I like Courtney's boyfriend, he's pretty cool. That orgy oven was a pretty damn good time, with a lot of clothes-on sex, and a whole lot of really cool people.

As Jason aptly added at the end of the night, "Mission accomplished."

Now I can get back to my life. I've been stuck for a little while, but I think it's time I unwrenched my heart and mind and got back to what's most important - friends, school?!, fun, gamez, and SHOUTOUTS!!!!!!!

Shelly, I didn't even SEE you at the dance! After I caught you at the gate, you disappeared! :O I hope you and Scott had an extra fantastic time without me there to bring on the chaotic funanza
Lening, we need to be better friends again! *manly hug* No, hugs are NOT for gay guys. And if you say they are, that makes you gay too. You and Jared shoulda been there.
JARED! UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!! THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO! Great seeing Athena huh? Remember, our female bet is still on. I believe in you!!! CUT THE MANE!
Jason, we was a-shoopin' and a-whoopin' and a WAH WAH WAH!!!!! I know, you've been busy lately, but today and yesterday reminded me that we really need to hang more. Update on life, you know? Gotta keep close, this is the last year! D:
Chelsea, I don't really know if you ever went to dances, because if you did, I wouldn't have been there to see because I never went to dances. I love how you come around and take odd pictures of me for Facebook. It's REALLY entertaining. Sure is nice to see you, even if you don't go to EV anymore.
I'm sorry I wrote that stuff, I didn't mean it.
Vivian, if you manage to somehow come across this in your vagrant sifting through random pages on the internet, then I bid you good tidings, and calculus homework. You know why I'd never fall asleep in there? Cause I you and Scotty to keep me AT THE WAKE! And oh, I saw Wilson today at Eastridge, buying baseball cards.

If you regularly read my blog, and never recieve a shoutout, then it's simply because I have NO IDEA you do so. So come now, pop me a comment or an IM or something and I'll try and remember to include you. Nobody likes to feel like a neglected loser!

I think that about wraps this one up. Today, I'm open up for everyone's enjoyment.

Emo Post: Take Friendship Personal

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 06:15:18 GMT

I'll admit, I had a terrible day at just about every turn. And it's been that way for a while now. I usually just trudge through my day laboriously, without really considering much, and feeling really sad and depressed. And I really hate it. I've hated this year because of it.

But Shelly made me feel all better today

And that reminded me. It's my friends that make me feel good, my friends who cheer me up, and my friends who bring joy and meaning to my life. Do you know why I don't go to a private school, why I'm not at Bellermine or Mitty taking whatever mega AP class, foreign language, and electives i want at godlike levels? Sure, they cost a shitload and aren't worth the money. But do you know why they aren't worth the money? Because no amount of cash, or courses, or extracurriculars, can make up for the friends you've had since elementary and middle school. You might get one or two of them, but I know now that I'd never have made it without all of them, every single one.

I looked back at my old blogs today, that I started in freshman year. Sometimes that's kind of fun, to look back at events prior in high school, gauge what you thought back then, how you've changed, see the dumb things you used to say (yeah, I used to say em effer and friggin'). But There's a trend in each of my old blogs, too. In every blog, I always mention my friends; I give credit where credit is due. And I really think that over the course of high school, I lost track of that somewhere. I've lost track of why I'm at our crappy little EVHS. I'm not there for the counselors to tell me I can't take AP Physics because it conflicts with my schedule, or to be unable to make a club to my exact specifications, or to throw my shoe at the counseling office in frustration. I'm here to hassle Lening, to scream at Jared, to bug Jen Cho, to super handshake Shelly, to joke with Jason, to help Vivian with calculus, to do all of that fancy crap. I can take classes anywhere. I can't do all of the other stuff at any normal high school.

So I want that back. I've forgotton how much I used to love all of the things I had. I don't want us all to drift apart our senior year. Even Shelly said, we should be closer than ever, if anything. I will take this time to personally address everyone, in the most megashout-out session you'll ever see.
- You, are the ultimate giver of advice. I would trust you with anything, and I'm not just saying that. I always see your away, and you always seem so busy, but I know that you're always around for me. I can look to you for cheer, for encouragement, in anything that I do. And I wouldn't trade that for anything; there's nobody else like you. I don't care what their SAT score is, or how many extra curriculars they've taken. They'll never top you, ever, not in an eternity.
- I've known you forever, and even if we don't seem like the best of friends at times, I do appreciate your support and attempt at wit. And I'm sorry if I've been taking you for granted, because I don't mean it, and I really want to build back the bond that we once had.
- I wish i didn't have to feel so distant from you. I may see you every day, a little at lunch, getting water and washing stuff, or whatever, but it really isn't the same. Seeing you around isn't the same as knowing what's going on. I know, you never come on AIM and never talk on the phone, but I wish we hung out more. You are one of the most compassionate people I've ever met. I've been mean to you in the past, but you always shook it off. I've always appreciated your patience with me, and the friendship that you have always offered. So please, let's hang out!
- We've only just met, but you've been the closest to me lately. I don't want you to ever think of yourself as unimportant, or without the need for happiness and sunshine, because you really do deserve it. I don't know how I feel about you, the extent to which I care, but you should know that it's a lot. Just becaue I have my other friends doesn't mean I don't appreciate you just as much. I really would cry if you weren't around. I don't want you to feel an obligation towards me, but please, I need you to pull me onto my feet.
- It isn't the same around here without you. Did you know that without you, people don't seem to gether in the way they used to? I can't stand in a circle surrounded by my friends anymore. At lunch, I have to walk around and talk to everyone personally. Your laugh used to be enough to get us to gather, and I miss that a lot.
- You've changed. I see you every day, and your face only reminds me of it more and more. I used to talk to you, or at least TRY to talk to you every day. I honestly feel like I'm not important to you at all. But you've always been important to me. There's something about you that makes me love you so much, but I know that it's really for no good reason. I've always wanted to be closer to you, even just a close friend, but at this point, I don't think you're willing to ever try.
- I don't know if you'll ever read this, but I really do need you around. I know you may not care for me so much all of the time, but I don't know what I'd do without you. You're like my sister. I don't know what I do for you exactly, or if you even enjoy seeing me everyday, but that perpetual smile on your face means the world to me to keep lit.
- Tonight reminded me more of how great of friends we've been since we met. Iunno what it is, but even when I'm being a loser, you still bring on the fun. I don't care if we end up a gijillion miles apart from each other in a year, but the time invested already seals us as best friends for life. You are never distant.

...And I think that's everyone that reads this blog. If you didn't get one, and you know you didn't, IM me and I'll type it for you.

I just spilled my soul over here. No guys, I'm not a gay chicky female for writing my thoughts down in my livejournal, but I needed to get this out of the way. It's been eating me up inside for weeks.

The Hardest Part

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 22:59:06 GMT

I hate sitting here on a Sunday, knowing I have a lot of work to do. Today, I actually happen to be doing it...aside from this blog. But that's beside the fact. I hate to know that I could be having fun or enjoying myself, but am avoiding a chance to do so. A lot of people say they feel guilty when they have a lot of work to do, and aren't doing it, even though it needs to be done. I feel little of this inner guilt. I feel more guilty that I could be hanging out with Jason, or talking on AIM, or playing video games, or going to the movies, or something else. Sure, i'd probobly like to do my work at times, and know that I should be doing it, but that doesn't mean I feel guilty that it's not getting done.

I've been thinking more lately about what's gonna happen once I graduate high school. That doesn't mean that I've started my college aps, but again, that's beside the fact. Am I gonna go up to everyone and say "Well, that was cool, goodbye forever!"? Frankly, my parents are moving to Oregon when I go to college. They've saved up enough to pay for my education (or at least I think so anyway...) and are probobly going to retire. That means they'll probobly sell the house here in San Jose, and I won't come back to this area too often. Sure, I could probobly stay at Jason's house or something during a week of summer break or something, but I wouldn't really be around for very long, especially if I go to a faraway college (is faraway one word?). Do I want to stay in California, where at least I have a chance at seeing my old friends, or do I want to seek out my dream private college on the other side of the states? And what would it be like saying goodbye? I can hardly imagine it. I've had to say goodbye before, I suppose, but I'm so used to see you later. It's just difficult.

So I don't know. Something's been bothering me lately, but I don't really know exactly what it is. This probly contributes to it, but I feel like there's something else that I can't quite put my finger on. I do my best to dismiss it and get on with my day like nothing's wrong, but that, too, is very difficult.

Friday and Saturday were loooooong, but fun I suppose. Today promises to be pretty long, with homework and the like. I don't get to relax much anymore; I kind of have to sneak it in. There's so much pressure to be doing things that I like to sit and not do things. It's more enjoyable that way. I actually prefur to wait until my parents stop bothering me about doing my homework to actually DO my homework. It makes me feel better about doing it.

Well, this blog's really dull. I'd hate to disappoint any poor person who decided to read this sad sack of crap. Sooooo....I will leave a list of inside jokes that will only make sense to the people that know them, ranging from recent to age-old
-You dropped your cell phone!
-Ready for this? FIRST AID!
-:OOOOO < ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
-Remember all those three ways? She told me later that you always took up a lot of room in her mouth
-I think I've gotton you back for that scar. How can you still say it was my fault?!
-I think she hissed at you cause...ur a bitch
-I don't know her? Well good, let's keep it that way!
-Sometimes I think all it takes is my FACE to make you laugh!
-If you told me to jump off a bridge, I would SO do it
-Sorry I'm late. Security wouldn't let me in with THESE guns
-What?
-I'm starting to think I won't EVER see you with a girl

I hope that will suffice. If it doesn't, too bad, you just wasted a good 5 minutes of your life that you'll NEVER get back!

My Haircut Sucks!

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 23:35:01 GMT

So today, I got my haircut. Yeah, it blows :( It'll Take like a week for it to grow back. You'll all see it tommorow if you haven't already. Thing about haircuts is people see them once and say "OOOOH YOU GOT A HAIRCUT!" and then they get over it. I think that's just how people react to change.

Well now that we're past that, time for the daily news.
Today in calculus, Mrs. Thieu again related to us the depressing story that we would all be moving to Ms. Salgarino's 7th period class, out of her class. So, she suggested that we write a letter the administration, and have the class sign it, so she asked who was a good writer. Now, SOMEHOW, lotsa people said my name. WTF? Since when am I Jaime Chong, or known by my "artisan writing technique" in this school at all? But wtvr, I wrote it well, and now I'm on Mrs. Thieu's good side. What was funny was, her Microsoft Word is in like Vietnamese mode, so everytime I typed 2 vowels, it put in accent over it! This was very annoying, especially because I used the word "been" and "exceeded" a lot. Did you know Word can do that?!
Also in calculus, my table had a disturbing conversation about the female period. Now girls, I can see what the big deal is, but nobody cares that your vagina hurts! Maybe if you complain about it enough, people will care? NO!
Band today. It sure was cold. I usually have the option of freezing to death when not conducting, or sweating to death whenever I'm conducting. One day, I'll invent a jacket that removes it's insulation properties when you want it to. Then, I'll be richer than the Disney Corperation. Although, I can't rag on Disney so much for being so rich; if I do, I'll turn into a Communist :X And nobody likes a Communist!
I ate raman with an egg in it. You guys may not think much of that, but the fact that I can make a delicious meal for like 50 cents is pretty cool. Fiddy Cent would be proud...

I've decided to try and not make fun of Lening anymore. This mainly just means I won't be singing the Curtis Has a Purpose song, and won't be saying Lening's gay so much. But that also means my blogs will be about 80 times less interesting without a Lening insult. What to do, what to do...Oh well, I'll just hold back and only do it once in a while.

CONTINUATION:
So I fell asleep at the computer last night in the middle of typing this blog. Now, I shall continue with explanations of today!

I was really late to school (came in after the announcements) because I had to finish my calc homework in the morning, so I had a rough start. My CRAPPY HAIR made me feel bad all day, cause it sucks so bad, and I felt even worse 6th period when I made Victoria Yu mad. Something about making VY mad is just not right. So I need to appologize to her. I said that I didn't do well on the test because I didn't study, and it is my own fault that I didn't study.
So today I have marching band...again. Damn football team! Oh well, games are fun, as long as I don't get really hungry. I hope I can get a hot dog there. I have to play sax, which is fun, cause I haven't played it in a year, so I suck! Oh well, doesn't matter.
I needa start college aps if I wanna go to college huh?
I'm already tired of blogging, this is gay. Almost as gay as...nah, not gonna say it!

FOOK YOOH BITCHES!

Some Thoughts

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 07:33:23 GMT

I think there are only a few phrases that really sum up life:

- Life is nasty, brutish, and short
- If you talk you better walk; you better back your shit up
- Man spends much of his life watching his own feet
- If Johnny has 2 apples, and Billy has 3 apples, then why don't they just shut the fuck up and eat?
- With downcast eyes, there's more to living than being alive
- People are selfish; one is really only looking out for his or herself
- The ends justify the means
- Nobody likes a slut
- Arrogance will lead to the killing of your children and the raping of your wife
- If it is dark, then turn on the light
- Your mom
- Bears. Beets. Battlestar Gallactica.
- Bros before hos
- Never settle for mediocrity
- Once you waste time, you can never get it back
- Your mom's a whore
- There are those who prosper, and those who steal prosperity from the former
- Everyone knows what is right and wrong; which path you choose is entireley up to interpretation
- What is today but yesterday's tommorow?
- Lening is a homosexual
- Freedom > Safety
- Incest is NOT best, DON'T put your cousin to the test
- Take away the government, and the people will revert to primal stages
- Don't to do others what you would not want done to you
- Farting in public is something to be ashamed of
- Make your decision and don't you dare think twice, go with your instincts along with some bad advice
- Both stubborness and indecision are bad; everything should be "medium"
- Eat, sleep, and don't do drugs

...aaaaand that's about it. I think all of these are pretty true, whether you decide to read through them or not. Honestly, if you do read them all, then you're probobly a nerd!
Phew, conducting wears me out. Am I conducting with a baton this year? Whether I am or not, it's funner than a box full of muffins and whip cream. Wondering what to do with that stuff? Think of the possibilities!
No seriously, I don't really know WHAT'S gonna happen, but I'd sure love to find out!

--This post is written in the style of a Jason-blog. I'm experimenting here :P

GO K.K. RIDER!!!

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:52:41 GMT

SO I've ceased listening to actual music. Now, all I do is continuously play the 52 second song clip of "Go K.K Rider!" (you can listen to it at http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music07.html)

THAT'S RIGHT, VIDEO GAME MUSIC! Got somethin' to say? Think I'm a nerd? Well guess what? I THINK YOU'RE A NERD TOO! CAUSE UR READING MY BLOG!

Lately I haven't been doing much. Life's pretty slow and boring, with MB in the monotonous stage, and school just on the rise here. My mood seems to vary from day to day, but somehow today, I've been put in a suprisingly good mood, so that's good.
But yeah, things can be depressing. I need some closer bonds with my buddies! I feel like we've all been growing apart, cause I never see anyone. Oh well, wtvr, it's cool.

So let's see...what do I have today...I called Jason several times, to talk about the club arrangements, but he never picked up. Depressing huh? I'm startin to think he's out at the movies with some OTHER group of best friends drinking an Icee he bought with someone ELSE and laughing at a movie that I want to see. Gajesus!
Also, friggin Vivian and Scott keep skipping calc, and it makes me sad when they're not there; they leave me and Wilson all alone in a room full of bullshit sophomores and juniors. Today, they were there, and decided to insult me about just random stuff. Vivian got off on how I owe her stuff, and Scott said "From the night before?" and Vivian said "Yeah, he has a lot of weird needs he needs satisfied in the bedroom", and it went on from there. Now how can you defend against that? I know, "Leave No Shot Unanswered", but how can you when they have the AK and you've got a nerf gun?
I got band tommorow. Shorter Saturday, which is good, cause 6 hours of band is just enough to wear me out anyway. I wish more people did MB...it's depressing.
I'm just BARELEY scraping through school, by doing my homework early in the morning. Iunno how I do it, but I just seem to put things off more and more and more, and it's only gonna get worse as I get lazier and lazier and lazier. Can anything stop my spree of procrastination? Probly not; that's like Lening trying to stop a raging bull with his girly gay-man arms. Just not gonna happen!
I've been eating those Stix bowls they sell at school, which I call "those red asian bowl things". Those are sooooo hot right now.
I think I've finally gotton good at Quiz Bowl! Who would have ever thought I could actually ANSWER questions!
Nintendo club starting soon. EVERYONE JOIN, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, CAUSE YOU BETTER JOIN.

Well, let's wrap this one up. I've got my quote ready here. If you can track this and tell me wtf I'm talking about and where I got it from, I'll give you 10 points on the Drew scale, points of which can be exchanged for exaclty one one hundreth of a penny, my respect, or a pat on the ass (sorry guys, that one's only for the ladies):
"Don't let the bastards grind you down!"
I'll give you one guess, and if you get it wrong, I'll say "OWNED! NOOOOB!" and that'll be that. And LOL the internet's NOT gonna help you!

I know, since when do I put games in my lj? Weird huh?

What?!

GAWD My Fucking Cat!

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 15:31:28 GMT

My cat was created to annoy the hell out of me sometimes. She always wants up in your bussiness, and wont leave you alone!

So this morning, my cat scratched on my door and woke me up. And it was like 8 o fuckin' clock, and I went to bed around like 2, so I was still pretty tired and didn't wanna get up. BUT SHE DIDN'T STOP! She scratched at my door for like 20 minutes, so I had to get up and let her in my room.
Now this wasn't the end, not by a long shot. I got back in bed, and my cat jumps on top of the bed and keeps nudging her head against my face! Okay, if I can't get to sleep with the sound of scratching at my door, I SURE AS HELL can't sleep with cat in my face. So I nudge her away, but she comes back and BITES ME IN THE CHIN! WTF! NOW MY CHIN HURTS BITCH!
Then she just jumped off the bed, purred, came back on, and repeated the cycle with scratching. By now it's like 40 minutes since she woke me up, so now I'm pretty much just awake and pissed off.

Iunno, maybe my cat's just lonely cause my parents are away, so she has to annoy the hell outta me as retribution for her lonelyness. Plus, she went under my bed and clawed a hole through the bottom of my bed!

What is this...I don't even...

Our School's a Retard Guys

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 21:34:32 GMT

Alright, I know The Office says "You don't call a retarded person a retard. You call your friend a retard when he's acting retarded", but EVHS is fuckin' retarded!

So I went down to pick up my schedule today, early, cause my mom had to go to work and I didn't wanna walk. Already, the school wasn't ready for the influx of early birds getting their schedules. They had like only a certain amount of them printed, and like 80 thousand copies of Travis Hernandez's schedule for no good reason. So Shelly and me waited, Shelly getting hers before me, and perfectly correct in every way. So I finally came across my schedule, and of course, it was flawed.
Now I FULLY expected to have like no AP's, Freshman classes, 2 different math classes, PE, or some dumb bullshit, so I wasn't TOO thrown off by the fact that they didn't give me math. SO I stood in line pretty patiently, and asked the counselor what the matter was.
She looks at me puzzled and says "I think I looked at your schedule earlier, and was wondering what to do about it. I figured I'd wait for you to arrive and see if you wanted a math class."
Confused by such an odd statement, I offered "...can you guys mix something to first period and just put in Calc, or give me Calc 7th period?"
The counselor replies "I don't think any of yout classes are offered first period, and you have to have requested 1st in order to recieve it." (I DID request first, and upon looking at Shelly's schedule, I noticed that Physiology is offered 1st period, which leads me to believe there are other classes like this, or they could just interpose Physio 1st and give me Calc 2nd period, which I KNOW is possible, since Shelly had Calc 2nd period last year)
Offering these details, the counselor stubbornly replied "Well the only way I thought to fix this dilemma is by taking out another class, and the only other class I could have removed was Band, which I knew you wouldn't want. There's no other way to have a 5-period day otherwise unless you don't take Calc."
Again confused, I plainly stated "I didn't request a 5-period day..."
So she asks me, as though I'm some sort of idiot, "Did you take Math Analysis over the summer?" and "What grade did you get?" and tells me to fill out a form and come back for a revised schedule on Friday.

Now, Cathy and Daniel Chu were both in line with me, and BOTH had the same issue. Cathy's went by faster cause they only gave her FOUR periods, cause she ACTUALLY requested a 5 period day and the counselor realized that she must have fucked up.
So another lady says "Hmm, this is the third kid with this Calc AB problem. Could there be something wrong with its scheduling?"

NO, YA THINK?!

Well, I can't deal with that bullshit, so I left. They had Courtney in tears over a class, and other kids coming with complaints, and them telling the children "It's your fault for not doing such and such, and not taking advantage of whatever other bullshit we sent you."

Personally I think the counselors are too haughty to admit their mistakes. They instead try to blame the student's and their needs, and say "It's because of this that there is a problem, we'll try to fix it" instead of just facilitating everyone and admitting their mistakes. OBVIOUSLY, the scheduling procedure is majorly flawed; people have beefs like this EVERY YEAR. I found myself yelling and hitting the E Building with my shoe last year in frustration. For them not to realize these flaws is pretty stubborn and idiotic.

And THAT my friends, is why our school is retarded and I don't have my schedule to compare classes yet =(

Lening, UR MOM.

Jason, SHOOP DA WHOOP!

Shelly, she was a ho. FOOOOOOOOOOOR SHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

JARED! UUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH

Hairsprizzle Fo Shizzle

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 08:00:55 GMT

So today, me, Chelsea, Shelly, Scott, Jared, and Brian went to see Hairspray. I ate a crepe, as per mall tradition, and while I was walking in, the guy asked, "What movie are you seeing?" and I told him "Hairsprizzle Fo Shizzle!" and he was all "Cool, Hairsprizzle Fo Shizzle". We walked past him, and I exclaimed, "LOOK! I got him to say it!"

That was about all that was interesting about that. Anyway, band camp was good this year, and that's good, seeing as it's the last band camp I'll ever have. Not as many freshman this year, and ever since Barnhill came, I feel like band runs more like a machine, where the parts move in the exact way you'd expect, with expectations known by everyone, and the kinks quickly worked out. This year's gonna go by soooo fast...
Me and Jared have today begun our quest for females. THe goal here is to "go on at least a date" by the end of senior year. Iunno, a date is pretty looseley defined to me; I mean, me and Courtney are gonna go see a movie tommorow in the afternoon, which is a guy and a girl going out to do something. Had I had it my way, the pact would have been to actually get with a girl by the end of senior year. MAN UP JARED!
Other than that, there isn't much to do except summer work. Then I'll just be really busy, so I might as well savor my last bit of time in my relaxing summer. I'm so lazy in summer, that it may be tough to make that transition.
Oh, I also went to the park today, the new Fowler one. It has a SPINXXOR! I also bought pants, and erasers.

Lening I've thought of the best new insult, and here it is: "Lening, did you switch to trombone cause you like bones? IN UR ANUS?"
JARED! UUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE SHALL GET FEMALES!
Shelly, what a fun day! I can't believe those nerds in Hairspray would vote for those other girls, when they clearly should've voted for Shelly! Oh yeah, her name was spelled with an e in it...but that's just weird.
Yup, good plan today Chelsea. I think it was a good break from band camp, but my muscles are still sore...
Jason, I'll own you in Strikers! Just you wait...

oh yeah, we got gelato too. I got strawberry cheesecake. That flavor = the shiznite.

My blog's fallen into disrepair. It has such crappy jokes! I waste all my best humor on insulting Lening, which is worth it, but hardly any ends up in my blog. I mean, how much school in July no class jokes can you really pull off? Hardly anyone even gets those!
I've started remembering a lot more things lateley, randomly. I think I'm spending too much time in deep thought.

The Master of Procrastination STRIKES AGAIN!

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 06:13:13 GMT

So it's getting to be that time in the summer where swimming's over and the season itself is drawing to a close. We all know what this means...SUMMER WORK! And if you know me, then you probobly guessed it.

I have BARELEY begun my summer work!

Now, I'm pretty bad off. I have like a nervous tight feeling inside, like I really need to do something, but I can't push myself to do it. I just sit at the computer all day, reading forums and doing nothing on Maple Story (seriously, I don't kill things or anything, I just sit and watch my stuff sell >_>). I don't know what it's gonna take me to start, but I hope I get down to it soon. I just REALLY don't wanna do it...
Royce Cheng-Yu is worse off, however, which makes me feel good. He has 5 AP'S and hasn't started ANY summer homework! Now THAT'S procrastination! He should be an inspiration to us all...
Also, the next Super Smash Bros. Melee tournoment is drawing near at Hansen's store, and I'm getting more nervous. Jason posted the tournament stats online, and while I won the last one, it may be MUCH more difficult for me to do well at this one if pros show up. I guess I'm scared to find out that I'm a noob at smash, and only good against my friends who are also noobs at smash. But you never know! I'm trying to be as humble and not-arrogant as possible so I don't get my ass royally whooped at the tournament.

SHOUTOUTS!:
Lening, that was JASON doing the insults, but he can't take all the credit, because I was standing right next to him while he was typing, and it was my idea to make fun of you about the plums. And yes, we totally gimped your quote in my profile.
Shelly, I don't know or really think I'll meet my homework goal this week. But you know me, I'll get it done, somehow, at some later time...AND LOOK! MY NAMES ON THE LIST NEXT TO JAREDS! I'LL SEE YOU THERE! =D
Chelsea, thanks for the ticket opportunity, should be fun. I looked at the list, and noticed that "you know who" is going, but I won't let it ruin my fun. Harry Potter took him down right? And it's not like they'res some sort of dementor effect anyway, so it's all good.
Vivian, I've found a way to pay you back for the DVD. I'll have to talk to you about it later.
JARED! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gutteral grunt* Dude, that was a good song...

WTF (who the fuck) READS this blog anyway?

Side note, I haven't picked up my bassoon since we left for vacation either. My cat's been sleeping on it every night. In fact, I can see her on it right now in the living room, snoozing away her happy cat life, with no worries about summer work...

Daycation All I Never Wanted, Daycation Had to Get Away

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:37:28 GMT

So today I came home from Oregon. Funny, because yesterday, I left for Oregon. One would wonder why we only spent one day there, huh? Well, it's pretty personal, so you can ask me yourself, and I'll decide if I feel like telling you or not.

I don't really know if I wanted to go in the first place; there were upsides and downsides. In Oregon, I eat like a fucking king, and usually have a pretty good time at the parties my parents go to, with all the drunk adults, games of billiards, and hilarious jokes. On the downside, I had NOTHING to do. On the ride, all I did was listen to my iPod and sleep, and when we got there, I played Tetris on my calculator. That's right, I brought my calculator to play Tetris. I was watching TV there too, and I saw that commercial for Blendy Pens, and used my graphing calculator to figure out how many different color combinations there were. It's really just 24 C 2. But that was the highlight of my day. Granted, I had thai food for dinner, and it was pretty good, but still. The computer sucks there, I had no games, and Wuthering Heights staring me in the face. While I wouldn't be as extra bored all day at home, I would've had to hang with my brother for a week, and eat freezer shit, and I wouldn't have gotton a chance to do jobs around the house for money (which I didn't get to do anyway...). So, weighing the pros and cons, I decided to go. I kind of wish I hadn't decided to go.
I decided to IM Lynn yesterday, breaking my shun. The shun is an amish technique, employed by Dwight against Andy in Season 3 of The Office after Andy returned from anger management (except Dwight wasn't able to do it, because Jim screwed it up for him, along with Dwight's necessity to communicate with Andy). I figured I wouldn't be able to stand the entire marching band season with that unpleasant tension between us whenever we're within the same vicinity. It's pretty bad; one time, I was crossing the street to head to the school, and she was crossing the street to head to Lunardis, and instead of withstanding the second that she would have to be near me, she crossed the street 3 times to avoid me. That's like something you'd see in some dramtic movie. But I don't know if there's anything I can fix, she takes everything so dramatically and seriously that it's too hard to make light of the situation and solve it. I suppose there's other ways to resolve this, but I don't really know what they are. Gonna have to put my thinking cap on, or the season's just gonna be miserable for the both of us. I mean JESUS, it's my senior year, I wanna try and have a good time.

On The upside of things, I was able to get a 5 on the AP English Language and Composition Exam. And with that, I maintain a perfect record of APs going into my senior year. I won't be valedictiorian, sadly, but you know, I'll have a good time competing against Lening, cause we have almost the same APs. Bro, you's goin' down!

Shelly, looks like I'm gonna make Chelsea's BBQ, on time even. Chelsea, see ya there.

As a reminder, I owe Vivian something, because my brother spilled coke on her "baby", The Office Season 2 on 4-Disk DVD.

JARED!!!!! UUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU HOME YET?!?!

I'll be chillin' in Man Jo then, so drop me an IM or something.

MOMBO!

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 05:53:36 GMT

So today, I had a party day. WHAT A DAY! So many jokes, so little time to tell them...

So today, I was playing DotA, techies got to Godlike, and I thought it was gonna be a bummer of a day. But JASON LIEU called me, and he and Michael Ha came on over. It was PARTY TIME from there.
We played a lot of Smash. The joke for the day there was: "You're just like school in July. No class". I also mentioned Miles, and Jason said "Abadilla?" and Michael said "or Tails Prower?" Doesn't get any better. When we got bored, we looked through the stack of games, made a big mess, and realized all my games suck. So we got bored and went to the computer room, where Jason proceded to IM a lot of people with things I wouldn't say. Jen Cho got the good ol' "hey ur hawt and I wanna fuck ya", Uyen got a message of "hey titties". Khanh and Mark got punk'd, and it was just crazy. We watched a bunch of Conan and SNL vids, including Embarrassment Fort, Jessical Alba and the diary, as well as that one short with the guy diffusing bombs. "Hey, hand me that bucket full of bum sperm". Totally awesome.
So then, we went to go see Knocked Up. Had to buy tickets for Shrek 3 and sneak in, so if you ever look in my wallet and see that ticket, don't assume I saw it. The lady asked to see our student IDs. I showed her mine, and it cost 9.25, Jason didn't and it cost him 9.25. WTF. We asked her and she talked about it, but wasn't close enough to the mic, so we didn't hear the explanation. Whatev tho, Knocked Up was such a great movie. Everyone should see it. At the food court, I kept singing "Your Body Is A Wonderland", and everyone was gettin' supuh pissed! I think I make a scene wherever I go. We each bought a different kind of Icee, and we said it was like the Triforce, cept I had power cherry, Mike had wisdom blue rasberry, and Jason had shit coke.
I'm surprised Jen Cho wasn't pissed; I think she's used to it. Ron made some hilarious window puns on the way home cause the window guy didn't show up to do his estimate ("we should screen our calls" and "he's becoming a pane"). But zomg, was tonight funny. Definateley a Guys Afternoon In, a GAI, or a gay. We shoulda cooked up some man meat, and played some serious manly games.

Shit I don't wanna swim tommorow.

I'm Sore as a Motherfucker

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 06:29:39 GMT

I had a lot of action yesterday, and I'm sore EVERYWHERE. That's right gentlemen, everywhere. Now today, I didn't do much; I went driving and played some DotA. But let's talk YESTERDAY!

So yesterday was the first MB rehearsal. I wasn't too jazzed upp when we started, but I gained enthusiasm when I saw the freshman. It was a hot and grueling day, and I ran a lot, mostly for arrands and stuff. We blazed through basics. I've never taught that way before. When he gave the forward march command, with no prior instruction at all, I nearly had a heart attack! I was like "HOLY SHIT! THEY CAN'T DO THAT!", like birds just hatched with momma kickin um off a cliff. But you know, we got them strait to marching and playing on the first day. That's pretty exciting shit.
Music block is always boring as fuck when you're not playing. It becomes 2 or more hours of passing out music copies and running messages and arrands. Pretty ridiculous, but necessary I suppose.
Not tooo many people were there. I know there's more, but soo many people just up and quit. Not cool. One flute left after marching block; she might have quit too. Just depressing.

After marching band, I went straight to Courtneys birthday party. She had a CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN for god sakes! I took a lot of marshmallows to that thing, as well as strawberries. Someone put a wanton in it, and said it wasn't very good. I also liked the noodles, and the HANSEN's soda. Yes, there is a soda made by our very own Hansen, Mandarin Lime flavored too. Know why it's mandarin? CAUSE HE'S CHINESE!
After that, we went to the part to play capture the flag. I always believe that playing on a team with all your friends is more effective than a team with just athletic people on it. And I was right; we won the first game. The second game I was really tired from running in the first game, so I gave up. Then we played hide and go seek. Katie didn't have good shoes, and she took them off. However, she was forced to run in the tambark, and got OWNED! At this point I was really thirsty from all the running, so we went home.
When we walked in, I got a calf cramp. OUCH! Then we ate, but I didn't have much cause I'd filled up afore. After dinner we told stories and did hypothetical situations. Most of them had to do with waking up naked or finding a girl drunk on a bed at a big party. Katie got so excited that she hit her head on the cofeetable. Poor Katie! Wild stuff though, I left at 11.
Did I mention my team won at Guesstures?

Overall, it was a power day, with a lot of physical activity. I don't think I'll swim tommorrow, if I'm this sore. It'd just hurt a lot. Lots of fun though.

Vivian, I need to give you back your DVD. Jared, HAVE A NICE TRIP COME BACK SOON BRING ME SOMETHIN'! Lening, bros before hos. Jason, look forward to chillin' and grillin' and maxin' and relaxin' (remember that phrase combo from 7th grade smash playing?) tommorow; give me a holluh back!